The Eyes of Fate (Currently in Rewrite)

The Rifleman and the Chemist

Sentinel

The Eyes of Fate Headquarters

Washington State, USA

October 1st, 2019

Fang cocked his head for a second, and Sentinel knew he was trying to hear the gunshots. When he realized he couldn't, he merely nodded towards Sentinel.

"Take me to the source." Fang said. Sentinel nodded just as the sounds rang out again, and he took off running towards them. Fang didn't say anything, just followed him. It was several more turns and hallways before Fang spoke again. "I hear them now. God damn your senses are good!"

Sentinel tried to smile at him, but couldn't manage since he was too busy focusing on breathing. He hadn't ran like this in a long time, and it was definitely showing. Lucky for him, he could see the door to the room that the shots were coming from up ahead. It was made of steel and had several bulging spots on their side of it from where bullets had impacted the other side without penetrating it.

Sentinel slid to a stop at the door, breathing hard. Fang slowed as well, and Sentinel saw that the other man wasn't even breathing hard. Fang looked him up and down before chuckling.

 "Here," Fang said, pulling out the knife, the karambit, that Sentinel had pulled off the wall in the training room. Sentinel took the knife gingerly, and he saw that Fang had drawn the one he had been keeping in a sheathe on his hip. "I like that knife, so don't lose it. If you do, I'll send you to go get it."

"Got it." Sentinel pulled the knife from its sheathe and tucked the sheathe into his pocket. He looked back to Fang, who had one hand on the door handle.

"I don't know what the twins have cooked up, or if it's even them doing the shooting." Fang stared at him for a second, then nodded, seemingly satisfied with whatever he'd seen. "Stay behind me, watch my back. Call out anything you see that you think I should know about."

"Roger that." Sentinel lifted his knife, the grip comfortable in his hand. Surely they wouldn't be expecting him to fight, right? Even if they didn't kill him outright, they could injure him pretty easily. Was this going to be some sort of hazing?

Fang threw open the door and rushed in, Sentinel hot on his heels. At a glance, he took in the entire room.

The room was the largest he had seen so far in this maze of a headquarters, and also the least well lit. The walls and floor were bare concrete, pockmarked here and there by bullet scars. The ceiling was high, vaulted, and held up by regularly spaced concrete pillars that were big enough to hide behind with room to either side. About fifteen feet off the floor were catwalks made of metal grating and handrails, running between the pillars and along all the walls around the room. Irregularly spaced barriers and stacks of sandbags made it clear that this room was built to simulate firefights. There were fluorescent lights hanging from each intersection of the catwalks, creating regular pools of light that had just enough power to dimly light up the areas between them. 

Near the center of the room, under one such pool of light, a figure was crouched behind cover. A figure Sentinel recognized from his hologram.

"Vyper!" Fang called, allowing Sentinel to put a face to the name. The mans glowing green eyes made him easy to spot, and Fang rushed towards him with Sentinel close behind. Fang ducked behind the barrier next to Vyper, and Sentinel copied him. "You alright?"

"I'm fine, Captain, he hasn't hit me yet." Vyper answered. "But I can't find him to catch him."

"Well well, lucky us." Fang smirked. "We just happen to have somebody here who can damn near see in the dark."